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Eight weeks and our first cold


Practicing our outfit changes


I actually had a lot to write about for the first few days of this week. I made it to the gym. Twice.  Never knew that would be so hard.

Getting to the gym

At the gym

Trying to leave the gym

We had a meltdown at the store and didn't get to pick out any Father's Day cards. We made it through our first bath and getting dried off with no tears, though that only happened the once. 

I was trying to reduce my formilk to reduce her spit ups by pumping before feeding her. Apparently the formilk is really sweet and if they don't get enough hind milk (which has more fat) it can cause digestion issues. So I pumped about an oz ahead of feeding her for about 2 days and then realized it was 44 hours without poop. So went back to feeding normally, a few very stinky farts and a couple hours later we had a very stinky and full diaper. We actually decided not to go out last Friday because we were anticipating it. 

I went to spend time with some girlfriends and might have had a little too much wine, so she had her first bottle of breast milk. I got her started and handed her off to Dad so he could fed her for the very first time. It was actually very cute. 

Fathers Day was pretty eventful. Chris cut his leg while mowing the lawn so we spent a good portion of the day at Urgent care. Then as we were getting ready for the bath I noticed she had a runny nose. So we check her temperature and she is 101. I called me sister in law (who is a nurse) and also our pediatrician. There is nothing quite like the panic of your baby having a fever for the first time. I went to the store for a second thermometer to verify the other was accurate. We decided to skip the bath and just went to bed. We saw the pediatrician in the am, even though her fever broke overnight. She was fussy but no ear infections. I just had to feed her as often as possible, as her hydration to assist in flushing out the cold. Ok I thought I was but ok. The next few days were rough, she started to feel better but I started to feel worse. Oh and Chris had to be gone a night for work during this. We cuddled a lot and just tried to lay low. She seems to be doing better, I'm slowly getting there.

Dad's cut that needed stitches

Cuddles

More cuddles

How we spent most of the week, cuddles


We have been working on our sleep routine. And allowing her to self soothe. Wednesday night she slept for 8 hours, mostly because she didn't sleep much during the day. Then Thursday night she slept 10 hours. I had to get up and pump about 7 hours in and I ended up giving her a pacifier but she logged 10 straight. 

She has also learned to use her tongue and looks like a little snake, exploring the world with her tongue sticking out constantly. 


Not my favorite week of ours but we had some big successes.

Scotch supervising her bath




Her reaction to my boobs



Dad working on his bath skills

Me trying to work on the computer while Scotch is chewing on my ear, baby is nursing, cat is hiding behind the computer and Samson is trying to get the cat

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